Chapter 3

That weekend, the kindergarten held a parent-child sports day.

Charles and I stood on either side of Daisy, holding her hands as we joined the family version of the three-legged race.

But we weren't in sync, and our tied legs tripped us up. I pitched forward.

The pain I was bracing for never came.

In a split second, Charles stepped in front of me and broke my fall. I crashed straight into his broad, solid chest.

A faint woody scent, mixed with the fresh aroma of pine, enveloped me.

His hands shielded the back of my head, and we were…